Breaking Free
Trapped. That is what i am.
People trying to change who i am.
Control my life, and what i do.
It's a prison and I'm the prisoner.
Why can't i be my own person?
To be accepted for who i am is what i long for, but will it ever happen?
I need to be my own person.
Why can't anyone see it that way?
I'm tired of trying to meet everyone's expectations of who i should be.
I'm standing my ground and telling people how it will be.
The time is now for everyone to finally see I'm going to be me.
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